Woke up pre-dawn as I'm apt to do
but this time wheezing & cut-off.
I go through my mental checklist--
>no pizza or cheese the night before
>no undone bedsheet snapping dust everywhere
>no panic attack (that I'm aware of).
Was in the room a good portion of last night
& yesterday eve did get pretty damp outside.
Maybe that's done it?
And here it is noon on Sunday
& I'm still housebound waiting on a phone call
as I denote SFX Ref CD editor handed off to me.
Sunny & orange & puckish out today...
but I have to do my errands,
including this rapidly deteriorating blog.
Boy, I'm just not that interesting
unless you want less filmic detail & more angst.
Frustrating weekend--
>no Sat shoot
>no Sat eve sound mix
>potentially no sound mix today
>Berlin International Film Fest is a no go
(short film cannot exceed 25 mins)
>didn't even do anything last eve w/ the free time
(possibly postponing 'til Mon & Holly Golightly
IF I'm not nightriding in MetroWest)
SO what to write about?
Debris in my nasal passages & airduct?
I guess so.
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